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Pebbles

Pebbles, not sand...

Pebbles, not sand, hindered their feet.

Drenched souls, so cold, yet passion they meet.

Every cloud, every drop, meant to be.

Just as truthful, in love, nearly.


Lust is the way in which they went,

No heart nor feel had the L’s content.

Young, premature, they refused to know.

Years from then, an evident low. 


This man now realises what that was,

A boy that swore he was at loss.

But how does one lose what he never cared for?

It wasn’t his heart that disconcertingly tore.


The criminal, the squanderer sits in this seat,

A lifetime he’s used to somewhat mistreat,

The people who love and cherish, endure,

That careless young boy can see no more.


If he is the one to confront and confirm,

A lesson so long taken to learn.

If he is the one to climb that scarce tree,

Let that unworthy killer be me.

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